Strange times don’t even begin to explain this. Yesterday I sat on my bed with my daughters and we all worked on our homework. My oldest daughter said, ” I don’t know if I can do this much longer, mom”. There was silence and we could hear the rain outside, thundering against the ground. And then we heard a bird, not chirping, but singing. I told my daughter we need to be like that bird, it’s raining on our lives right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find some happiness.